"Him the sages vainly mourned -
the mother was crucified,
not the son." - Boris Hristov

small song

mr. M.


Мать и Сын


Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over. - Sylvia Plath


Born To Be Wild

My name.

"My name, my name
Nothing is the same
I won't go back
The way I came" - Lhasa

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